Woman Holding A Balance

Vermeer 1664

The day is too short
To hold this.
Too full of sorrow
To manifest this light.
Too long I have waited.

How long has she stood
In that fluid light
In that uncomfortable habit
Knowing what waits in age.
I do not know.

I do know
That hers is a finesse
A compilation of feeling
That balances dearth with ecstasy.
I rest in that.